Freedom

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Outside the garden is bathed in sunlight. I just stand at the door entrance and look at the sunshine filtering through the leaves. Sometimes like a child I look through the stained glass and imagine myself swimming in the ocean with dolphins.

Why do we get so much joy from watching a dolphin swimming in the wild? Seeing them gracefully leaping in and out of the surface of the water is a whole different experience than to watch them turning tricks in an amusement park.

One day I will defy my captor and escape from this caged apartment into freedom.

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I recognised the photo prompt too, though I didn't realise that it has been seven years since I wrote for it originally.  When I write I always wonder if writing is alright and if I got it right.  This flash is new but but the original one is one my favourites and can be read here - The 'Port-All'

Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Blue diligence

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The artist had a visitor early in the morning.

“Maestro”, said the visitor bowing deeply.

The artist sighed inwardly at the honorific.  In the beginning he used to argue that the word should be applied to musicians, now he just accepted it.

He looked at the prosperous looking man “So who do you want done?”

Fumbling the visitor took out a photo from his pocket and passed it.

The artist looked the matronly looking lady so typical of his recent high paying commissions.

“A home invasion or car accident? There is an extra cost if you want a messy end.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Going Postal

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

She was a stickler for ‘the proof’.  Any job carried out must be reported back with evidence that it was done. 

I had to do her bidding each time no matter how I felt about the mess that the task entailed.  Dukes, serfs or Prince of the realm were all the same to her.  

But this little child, she was different.  The rumours were true she was as beautiful as the light of day, more beautiful than the queen herself. Run young Snow I said.  A boar was sacrificed.  The place postal service did the rest.

Signed, sealed and delivered.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Restoration Task

PHOTO PROMPT @ A. Noni Mouse

She walked in the kitchen and contemplated the restoration task before her.

It was a stereotypical bachelor’s pad when she visited.  Unmade bed, clothes on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink.  Only his smile and the fact that he could converse had prevented her from leaving.  Her previous dates had been handsome but inarticulate men. She moved in with him even though it had been a mission to clean the house.

That relationship ended the moment he betrayed her with a stranger.

 Before she left, she restored the house to the same mess as she had found it.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

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Paved Paradise

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

We were in the cab when the song came on.

“They paved paradise

Put up a parking lot”

I laughed and she turned to me with eyebrows raised.

“Coincidence much?  I chuckled, “We are on our way to the hotel and a swinging hot spot”.

She grimaced and inched away, we were on our way to a mandatory counselling session after her reluctant return.  

Outside the leaves were changing colours and in a matter of weeks would be gone.  How long would we last?

 Don't it always seem to go

That you don't know what you've got

'Til it's gone.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers.  Word count:100

I know that's not a parking lot and it may not be a yellow taxi, but why pass the opportunity to incorporate the words of loved song by a great artist.

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